Page 96 of Playing the Backbeat

I don’t think. I do what he asks, and find his eyes transfixed on mine. My hands trail up his chest before I reach out to hold him, one hand at the base of his neck, the other on his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips as he smiles.

That perfect smile levels the last of my hesitation. The need building between us isn’t an explosion this time. It’s a slow burn, a building intensity, catching me off guard and all the more intense.

“There you are,” he murmurs before stealing another slow kiss, his tongue searching, finding mine. I feel himeverywhere.

We fall into each other, and the lines I was so sure were clear begin to blur and melt away and I’m left wondering what remains in the aftermath.

***

I wake in the middle of the night, Dylan’s arm draped over my waist, the other forming the perfect pillow beneath my head. His body cradling mine, his knees tucked in. The perfect giant spoon.

Somewhere in my mind, my subconscious screams at me.

This is more than I ever thought it would be. Him. Us.

His breathing deepens and I become all too aware of his cock at my backside. I don’t allow myself to think. My body takes over, wanting him beyond reason, beyond logic.

If either of us were brave enough to admit thatthisis what we want, I think it could be something special.

I tilt my hips, rocking along his shaft until his hold on my stomach tightens and I know he’s awake.

He hums, the low growl in his voice setting me on fire as it reverberates down my spine.

We don’t say anything, our bodies talking for us as he lifts my knee, hooking my leg over his thigh. I’m already wet, and I feel him gliding with ease along my slit.

We grind together lazily, somewhere between asleep and awake. He whispers my name and I rock harder, a plea for him to make this ache, this need, subside.

His fingers press against my lower abdomen, and he shifts his hips, entering me and filling me with the most perfect stretch.

I sigh, finally content to get what my body was begging for. I reach back, my fingers tangling in his hair.

It’s slow. It’s perfect. It’s driving me out of my mind.

His fingers wander, and after minutes of teasing, he slowly circles my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. I gasp, whimpering at the sensations ricocheting throughout my body, driven higher and higher to the edge of this cliff we’re racing toward. He chuckles, only to be cut off with a groan as I rock back onto his cock with more force, barreling toward my release and needing him to come with me.

And when he does, I’m consumed by him. I’m surrounded by him. The moment ecstasy overtakes me, he whispers my name, seeing me through my own orgasm before his movements stutter with his own. I lie in his arms, sated and smiling, falling back asleep before either of us says another word.

It isn’t until I wake again, this time with the morning light streaming in through the gaps between the curtains and walls, that I know we are oh so very fucked.

Chapter forty-three

Dylan

Iwake up alone in Dee’s bed.

I rub the sleep from my eyes, sitting up to take in the empty room around me. A quick glance tells me she’s not in her attached bathroom, so I throw my underwear and pants on, then check the living room.

There’s a note on the counter, but before I can read it, Dee’s coming through our front door.

“Hey,” I say, dropping into a seat at the kitchen counter.

“Hey.” She closes the door behind her, then walks to the other side of the counter. “Guess you got my note.”

“Just woke up. Didn’t get a chance to read it.”

“Oh. I just went for a walk.”

I brace myself, instinct telling me I’m not ready to hear whatever is about to come out of Dee’s mouth.